Whispers lie in the dry grass below
The ants are busy, working, communicating.
The sky is alive
An eagle overheard overhead
Shrieking to the sky
The gazelle runs
Beautifully, gracefully
Though it has beauty and horns
It fears even a single ugly hyena.
Wanderlust lingers in the air
Slow and unsettling
Burning away the reason
Yet renewed with each bold step of yearning
The mountains look upon themselves
So little white and so much darkness
Its being serves a higher purpose.
The creatures around live in ignorant bliss
They try their best to co-exist.
Endless plains stretch themselves
Open and waiting
Comforting and welcoming
Remaining a surface never reaching for higher life
The clouds roll themselves in
And unfurl with every move
Shapeless and wondering
About life and what it must be
To live inside a constant
The lion roars
Asserting its authority
Addressing its pride,
Renewing its vigor
Its ferocity now stated.
The sun burns with unending mercy
It cannot leave soon enough
However its light when vanished
Does not bring peace
Rather it brings danger
Of a different kind.
Awaken to walls
Bricks, cement and comfort
Enclosure, sheets and stability.
Staring at the emptiness of a small room
Made smaller by dreams
Of the great magical Sahara.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
A new years poem
A resolution is made to be a better person
To strive and try to do anything but worsen
The condition we leave behind in the year that has past
But this resolution, how long will it last?
We say we will and should change for the better.
To imply that we get better with age.
But our own will and body does not follow our words
In a world where we are all actors upon a stage.
And I/we dismiss my/our resolution(s) within a week.
Saying, "I said it in the moment I was drunk.
But should we think about actually changing for the good
Now that is something that should be thought of
And not necessarily thunk.
- Richard Fernandes
To strive and try to do anything but worsen
The condition we leave behind in the year that has past
But this resolution, how long will it last?
We say we will and should change for the better.
To imply that we get better with age.
But our own will and body does not follow our words
In a world where we are all actors upon a stage.
And I/we dismiss my/our resolution(s) within a week.
Saying, "I said it in the moment I was drunk.
But should we think about actually changing for the good
Now that is something that should be thought of
And not necessarily thunk.
- Richard Fernandes
Thursday, December 11, 2008
An old Linkin Park-esque song I wrote
Mike Shinoda: (Chester Bennington)
I see myself fading away
Afraid and embarrassed
That I won't lay
Down my arms and (just give up)I see myself fading away
Afraid and embarrassed
That I won't lay
Its the pain
that takes you down and
(Fucks you up)
Makes you frown
(At the sadness)
That you see
(its the madness)
Don't you wanna be free.
Not good to live on betrayal
To forget your friends and bail.
Ch: You see such beauty
(then its all gone)
You see such life
(then its all gone)
You see the entirety
(then its all gone)
You thought you saw it
(but you were all wrong)
All wrong (Wrong! x2 )
I can't take this anymore
(You can crush me now)
Or you can make me soar
I'm tired of the issues (you can't ignore)
One day I'm gonna walk (right out the door)
You might beg and cry and plead
(For some forgiveness) for your deed
Don't break out the waterworks
Won't work on me
Try another soul
I'm gone and I'm free.
Ch.
(I'm losing the battle in your mind
I'm trying to be upfront
But I'm left behind
I'm breaking into the pieces, I'm broken
Where are the words you wish were spoken?)
Ch. x 2 (fade out)
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